Day Nine

You are a beautiful woman with a mind full of wonderful things.

Long ago, something bad happened and now you always look back.

I will never know the you before the thing.

We mourn those who've been gone for so long or were never even here.
I picture you and I composing a love; it is painted pretty but not too bright.
Pastels, perhaps, evoking a sense of sad resignation.

We long for the incomparable.
I wonder if you'd have me change everything.
I make-believe I could.